"What the two of them have done has enraged both man and gods; heaven's justice cannot tolerate it. As a senior and a powerful cultivator, should you not uphold justice on heaven's behalf, eliminate such scourges, and restore a bright and clear world?" the woman argued.
Song Wen's expression did not change in the slightest. He said flatly, "I am no benevolent man. I have never acted on heaven's behalf."
The woman was instantly left speechless.
The two men, however, revealed delighted expressions.
"Senior, your insight is truly discerning. This junior sister of ours merely wants to use you as a spear, all while spouting righteousness and morality."
The fat cultivator wore a fawning smile as he continued, "Disturbing Senior's secluded cultivation was our fault. Yet our cultivation is meager, and we truly have nothing that could satisfy Senior as an apology. Even the Green Satchel Alchemical Canon, which we fought until our heads were bloodied over, is likely beneath Senior's notice. However, this junior sister of ours is fairly delicate in appearance. If she remains to attend to Senior's daily needs, she may at least ease the loneliness of secluded cultivation."
Song Wen shot the fat cultivator a sidelong glance. "Using another person to atone for your own sins—you certainly know how to calculate."
The fat cultivator's face stiffened, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
The woman suddenly spoke up. "Senior, if you do not disdain this junior's plain appearance, this junior is willing to serve as your slave and maid. But I beg Senior to kill the two of them and avenge the blood debt of my Scarlet Cloud Sect."
"You yourself called your appearance plain. How could I possibly take a liking to you?" Song Wen's tone shifted. "Still, how to deal with the lot of you